Love SICK
You quickly wash your hands and try to think up an excuse, but there just simply isn't time, when sis comes in, you just come off sounding like your retarded cousin Billy.
"Um hey sis, I uh did you see the poem I wrote on the wall? I know it's not finished, but uh "
Your stuttering excuses are not well received.
"Goddammit! Y'know I don't expect much from you, but it's our fucking anniversary today and you can't do ONE nice thing for me? What the fuck, you leave bodies in the hallway for me to clean up and blood all over the fucking place? And what's dinner doing on the fucking kitchen floor? I told you a hundred times USE THE FUCKING TABLE! Christ, we're not fucking animals!"
"But baby, she almost escaped, I had to "
"I don't want to hear it! I've had a hard day, but do you care? No, you all you think about is yourself! Shit, you're like a fucking child sometimes! I'm going to sleep. And I mean SLEEP! You come sniffing for a little something in the bedroom tonight and you'll have to use a strap on in order to fuck me in the future!" and with that warning she storms upstairs and you hear a door slam.
Ouch. You really screwed the pooch on this one. Better stay out of her way for a little while. You quietly return to the basement and find that your patient has died. Apparently, you didn't sew that incision up as good as you thought and while she was still attempting to move her throat to scream, she split the stitches and bled out. Wonderful, now you'll have to get another live subject. Still, no sense in wasting a perfectly good body.
You fuck the corpse, but it just isn't the same as fucking your sister, she's so much livelier. After you finish up, you decide to go get that live subject. You spend the rest of the night driving around in your car attempting to pick up a hooker. Strangely the streets are devoid of them tonight. Typical, Never a hooker around when you need one. Finally you strike lucky and one comes up to your car.
"You lonely honey? I bet I can put a smile on your face." she asks.
"I bet you can. I bet you can " You say with a sinister smile.
"Um hey sis, I uh did you see the poem I wrote on the wall? I know it's not finished, but uh "
Your stuttering excuses are not well received.
"Goddammit! Y'know I don't expect much from you, but it's our fucking anniversary today and you can't do ONE nice thing for me? What the fuck, you leave bodies in the hallway for me to clean up and blood all over the fucking place? And what's dinner doing on the fucking kitchen floor? I told you a hundred times USE THE FUCKING TABLE! Christ, we're not fucking animals!"
"But baby, she almost escaped, I had to "
"I don't want to hear it! I've had a hard day, but do you care? No, you all you think about is yourself! Shit, you're like a fucking child sometimes! I'm going to sleep. And I mean SLEEP! You come sniffing for a little something in the bedroom tonight and you'll have to use a strap on in order to fuck me in the future!" and with that warning she storms upstairs and you hear a door slam.
Ouch. You really screwed the pooch on this one. Better stay out of her way for a little while. You quietly return to the basement and find that your patient has died. Apparently, you didn't sew that incision up as good as you thought and while she was still attempting to move her throat to scream, she split the stitches and bled out. Wonderful, now you'll have to get another live subject. Still, no sense in wasting a perfectly good body.
You fuck the corpse, but it just isn't the same as fucking your sister, she's so much livelier. After you finish up, you decide to go get that live subject. You spend the rest of the night driving around in your car attempting to pick up a hooker. Strangely the streets are devoid of them tonight. Typical, Never a hooker around when you need one. Finally you strike lucky and one comes up to your car.
"You lonely honey? I bet I can put a smile on your face." she asks.
"I bet you can. I bet you can " You say with a sinister smile.
